89. The supreme divinity appears! SCP-239 destroys the witch, breaks the law of cause and effect, controls death! (Ch 89)

Tang San’s gaze once again turned to the sky, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes: “If this child grows up, if her mind and strength expand uncontrollably…”

“I’m afraid… even if you are a God King-level being, you may be easily wiped out without a trace like an ant if she doesn’t believe in your existence!”

“The Foundation…what kind of monsters are they keeping in?”

“Keter level… As expected, every Keter level is a source of disaster that is enough to overthrow one or even several world civilizations!”

“Using drugs to put her to sleep… is this really a long-term solution?”

For the first time, Tang San felt a little shaken about the limit of “divine power”.

In the face of the power of “mind is truth”, all asceticism and power seem so pale.

The scene shifts to a seemingly ordinary house in Iceland.

The flames in the fireplace danced gently, illuminating a little girl with blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She looked about seven or eight years old. She was pouting and looking at a toy doll with its limbs separated in her hands with some distress.

One of the doll’s arms was missing and her skirt was torn.

The little girl’s blue eyes were full of grievance. She gently stroked the doll’s head and muttered something under her breath.

The next moment, under the incredible gazes of all the observers, the doll’s fallen arm “jumped” back to its original position by itself without any external force, and the joint was flawless!

The damaged skirt was restored to its original state as if time had gone back!

SCP-239: “Look! Mom! I fixed it!”

“I’m a little witch!”

Before he finished speaking, the screen flickered slightly, and several Foundation agents dressed in dark combat uniforms and moving silently appeared outside the house like ghosts. Their movements were filled with extreme caution and vigilance, and every look revealed a mountain of pressure.

The camera switches to the perspective of an agent’s tactical eyepiece, and the thermal imaging clearly shows the figure of the little girl in the house.

Foundation Agent A Command Center, this is Alpha Team. Target confirmed, codename Sigurros.”

“Reality distortion phenomena have been directly observed at the scene, level 11… Preliminary assessment is extremely high!”

“Repeat, reality distortion observed! Source… appears to be the target’s belief that they possess some kind of…magical power.”

“Her mood swings…must be strictly controlled!”

Inside the house, SCP-239 seemed to have noticed something. She held the doll, tilted her head curiously, and looked towards the door. There, the agents’ figures flashed by outside the window.

She pushed open the door and saw several “strange” uncles and aunts.

SCP-239’s blue eyes were filled with a child’s unique curiosity and anticipation, and she was not aware of the other party’s nervousness at all:

“Who are you?”

“Are you wizards too?”

“Will you teach me more powerful magic? I want my little bear to be able to fly!”

A leading Foundation agent, B, slowly took off his helmet, revealing a face that was trying to force out a gentle smile, but in the eyes of everyone, that smile seemed more forced than crying, and there were even beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead. He took a deep breath, and every word seemed to have been carefully calculated.

Foundation Agent B slowed down his voice as much as possible, trying to imitate the words of a kind elder in a fairy tale:

“Hello, Siguros. We are… um, teachers at the magic school.”

“We’ve heard that there’s a very, very talented little witch here.”

“We are here… to take you to a great place, a real magic castle, where you can learn more and more interesting magic, and meet many friends like you.”

The voice of the narrator sounded at the right time. It was still as cold and objective as before, but between the lines it revealed a complex judgment on the choice of the Foundation agents:

[Faced with such a young god who can reshape reality with his thoughts, an existence that could cause a world-destroying disaster at any time due to fear, anger, or just the willfulness of a child, the Foundation’s agents demonstrated extraordinary courage and nearly desperate wisdom.]

[They did not choose direct confrontation because any form of hostility could trigger unpredictable and catastrophic consequences.]

[They also did not try to correct her cognition, because her cognition itself is part of reality! ]

[They chose a plan that was full of huge risks, but based on the evaluation at the time, it might be the only feasible plan – to follow her cognition and use a carefully woven lie to build the first and most important mental cage for this witch of destruction! ]

[In the name of a magic school, they lured them under the control of the Foundation. This was a glimmer of hope that the Foundation grasped in despair, and it was also a gamble that risked the safety of the entire region and even the world.]

In the world of One Piece, on the Thousand Sunny.

Monkey D. Luffy watched the little girl on the sky curtain repair the broken doll. His eyes instantly widened as big as bells and his mouth opened into an “O” shape.

“Waaaaaa! That’s amazing!”

Luffy slapped his thigh and shouted excitedly to his friends around him.

“She can make broken things right in an instant! It’s like magic!”

“As powerful as Usopp and Franky on our ship! No, it seems that he is more convenient than them!”

He scratched his straw hat, his face full of surprise and envy.

“It would be great if she could get on my boat! Repairing the boat wouldn’t be so difficult! Food could be made in no time!”

Nico Robin stood aside, with a smile on her face but a hint of solemnity. She said softly:

“Captain, I’m afraid that the power of this little girl is fundamentally different from Mr. Usopp’s repair skills and Franky’s shipbuilding skills.”

“She seemed to…really believe she was a witch, and then she did it.”

Sanji held a cigarette in his mouth, frowning slightly:

“You’re lying to a child… I don’t know what that foundation is, but it’s really annoying. However, facing that kind of monstrous ability, there seems to be no other way.”

Zoro held the Wado Ichimonji, closed his eyes and said lightly:

“The power to kill people with just a glance… How troublesome.”

Dragon Ball World, Baozi Mountain.

Son Goku was performing his daily sparring with Vegeta when he was suddenly attracted by the scene on the sky.

“oh?”

Sun Wukong paused, stroking his chin, an expression of extreme interest on his face.

“Can you do it if you believe? Make something broken better?”

He rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes flashing with belligerence and curiosity about unknown powers.

“This little girl’s magic sounds very interesting!”

“I wonder if her magic can make me stronger? Or can it create a lot of delicious food?”

“If I believe that I can defeat Lord Beerus, can I do it immediately? Hehe!”

Vegeta stood aside, crossed his arms, snorted coldly, but his eyes were extremely serious:

“Hmph, Kakarot, don’t confuse this unreasonable power with our training!”

“This power… is too unstable! Who can control the thoughts of a child?”

“That foundation used lies to deceive her. Although the means were despicable, I’m afraid they had no choice. Such a thing should not exist in the world!”

Bulma held Trunks in her arms and looked at the sky, worried:

“It’s terrible… a child holds such great power. If she loses her temper…”

“That foundation, how on earth did they come up with the idea of ​​using a magic school as an excuse? What if they’re found out?”

In the world of The Bad Guys, there is the Valley of Hidden Soldiers.

Li Xingyun frowned tightly as he looked at the Foundation agent’s forced smile in the sky and the little girl’s innocent questioning.

“Use lies to deal with it… Use a bigger setting to cover up her original cognition?”

He whispered to himself, his tone was somewhat complicated. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

“This foundation is just as it has shown before. In order to achieve the purpose of sheltering, it can do whatever it wants, even if it means deceiving a child.”

Ji Ruxue stood beside him and said softly:

“But facing the power of the mind being reality, what better way is there than to follow her thoughts?”

“If she senses any malicious intent or stops trusting the agents, the consequences will be disastrous.”

Lu Linxuan also nodded and said:

“Yes, Senior Brother, the power of that little girl is incredible. Those agents… they are gambling with their lives.”

Li Xingyun sighed, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes:

“I understand. This is a desperate choice. But can a cage built with lies really trap her forever?”

“What should I do when she grows up and starts to doubt this magic school?”

“This foundation is walking on the edge of the abyss at every moment.”

The shadow of the bad commander Yuan Tiangang loomed, and he let out a deep laugh:

“Hahaha… Interesting, really interesting. Using falsehood to fight falsehood, and using lies to define reality. The methods used by this foundation are somewhat similar to my style.”

“It’s just that this girl’s power is even more outrageous than my immortal body.”

Super Seminary World, Earth, Grand Canyon Command Center. []

Ge Xiaolun was holding a lollipop in his mouth. When he saw the interaction between the little girl on the sky curtain and the foundation agent, he was so shocked that he almost dropped the lollipop.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!”

He suddenly stood up from his seat and pointed at the sky with an expression of disbelief.

“This… this little girl is too buggy, right?! She said she would fix it and it was fixed? This is more powerful than Angel Sister Yan’s thunder! Sister Yan has to strike a pose and recite a sacred language before she can strike a thunder!”

“She just blinks and believes it and it’s over?!”

Reina was standing by, her face also solemn:

“This is not a problem at the energy level, Xiaolun. This is… tampering at the level of rules.”

“Her belief directly affects reality itself. The recovery of our divine bodies also requires energy and time, and follows the physical rules of the known universe.”

“And she…seems to be above those rules.”

Zhao Xin was shocked and said:

“My goodness, if she believes that she can defeat an entire army of Taotie, then what’s the point of fighting?”

“Those agents of the Foundation are really amazing. They actually thought of lying to her that she was going to magic school at a time like this? Their mental strength is stronger than that of our Hero Company!”

Qilin pushed up her glasses and analyzed calmly:

“This is a high-stakes psychological game. They are betting on the cognitive patterns of children of this age and their natural affinity for concepts such as magic and witches.”

“If we succeed, we can control it with minimal risk. If we fail… I’m afraid the whole of Iceland will disappear in an instant.”

General Dukao put his hands behind his back and looked deeply at the sky for a long time without saying a word. His eyes were full of fear and contemplation of this unknown power.

The sky was moving, the light and shadows were changing, and the previous tension and oppression of Icelandic houses quietly faded away, replaced by a colorful and childlike scene.

In the center of the picture is a room that is carefully decorated like a magic cottage in a fairy tale.

The walls are painted with twinkling stars and crescent moons, the bookshelves are filled with strange-shaped bottles and jars, and there is even a crucible with colorful bubbles in the corner. The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows, casting a soft halo.

An “old man” wearing a dark blue wizard robe decorated with stars and moon patterns, a ridiculous pointed hat, and a long gray beard on his face, is looking at the blonde girl in front of him with a “kind” face – SCP-239, Sigros 457 Psyche.

This “old man”, codenamed “Gandalf”, is a psychology expert and senior researcher selected by the Foundation. At this moment, beads of sweat are forming on his forehead, faintly visible under his long wig.

SCP-239 Sigurros raised his hands excitedly, his sapphire eyes sparkling, and his voice was clear and pleasant:

“Teacher Gandalf! Teacher Gandalf! Look! Look at me!”

She closed her eyes and muttered something in the childish tone of a child imitating the magic spells in cartoons:

“Ibiri, hula, bring out the bear biscuits!”

Before she finished her words, without any warning, a pile of beautifully packaged, sweet-smelling bear biscuits appeared out of nowhere in the open space in front of her, forming a small hill.

Researcher Gandalf tried hard to maintain a friendly smile on his face. His voice was deliberately old and wise, but if you listened carefully, you could detect a subtle tremor:

“Oh, very good, my dear Sigros! Your perception of magic has improved again! This is really… wonderful!”

In his heart, he was screaming: The Hume index is stable! Reality has not fluctuated drastically! Analysis of the ingredients of the cookies…is consistent with the brands circulating on the market! She really just “conjured” up the cookies!

SCP-239 Sigros clapped his hands happily, grabbed a handful of cookies, and handed them to Gandalf as if offering a treasure:

“Teacher, please try it! This is the most delicious I’ve ever been!”

Researcher Gandalf took the biscuit and mechanically stuffed it into his mouth. It tasted like chewing wax, but he had to force out a brighter smile:

“Delicious! It’s so delicious, Sigros! You are such a talented little witch!”

He cleared his throat and continued carefully:

“But remember, Sigros, the more powerful the magic, the more concentration and kindness of heart are needed.”

“Magic is very spiritual. It doesn’t like to be used for bad things. If you use magic to hurt others, or to satisfy your own bad wishes, magic itself will punish you and make you… well, temporarily lose the ability to cast magic. That would be such a pity!”

SCP-239 Sigurros pouted upon hearing this, and a trace of grievance and confusion flashed in his blue eyes:

“But…but Billy stole my crayons yesterday and smudged my drawing! I want him to become an ugly, croaking toad! Humph!”

As she finished her words, the light in the room seemed to dim for a moment, and an indescribable sense of oppression filled the air. Gandalf felt his heart suddenly tighten, and cold sweat almost dripped from his forehead.

Researcher Gandalf’s heart was filled with alarm, but the smile on his face became gentler and his voice became softer:

“No, no, no, my dear Siglos, that is not what a good witch should do.”

“A real witch, especially a talented and kind little witch like you, is loving and helpful.”

“We use magic to create happiness and to help those in need, not to cause pain and trouble.”
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